It Ain't A Problem Lyrics - Port Of Miami - Rick Ross

It ain't a problem 'til I say it is 

Handle my problem, that's the way it is 

Always talkin' like a bitch but that's the way he is 

After the ride, nobody'll know where he is, Triple C! 

When you serve a cat a couple of times 

Knowin' he serve in a couple of towns 

Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval 

It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort 

Classy nigga walkin' 'round with stacks 

But I'm gettin' word that he talkin' behind my back 

Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention 

He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin 

Tell him all your cars, makes and models 

Tell him how you on steaks and bottles 

Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday 

How you go to the boxing gym tryin' to lose weight 

He done told a nigga all your routes 

And now you got a lowlife tryin' to figure you out 

Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out 

That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember 

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Nigga please! You ain't a cap peeler 

Save that for your bathroom mirror 

No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons 

Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers 

Triple C stamp the trillest 

I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is 

Them hoes stay at the billets 

And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million 

A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider 

Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it 

I told ya, flow so cold, below frozen 

like ice water over the Pro Tools 

But that's old news, update the topic 

What makes the prophet cut cake in projects 

I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is 

Duct tape embalmers for makin' them comments 

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Nigga I'm fresh out 

Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out 

Jail ain't rehabilitate shit! 

Killers and dealers all I affiliate with 

Retaliate and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff 

and we ain't playin' freeze tag, you better dip 

Chop soundin' like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry 

So I'm robbin' moms for that wake money 

It's Torch, you get a bomb from me, you wan' play? 

I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin' 

Name 'em, ain't a problem 'til I say it is 

Miss a payment I'll be waitin' there, takin' all your favorite shit 

Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets 

Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean 

Meanin' it's comin' too, nigga what you wanna do? 

I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga 

Y'all niggaz know who this is 

Nigga this is the homey nigga 

Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga 

Y'all niggaz see us in the club 

Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga 

But y'all niggaz already know nigga 

Triple C's nigga, and we out